East
The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
What You'll Find Here
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
My own Form of CHAOS
Posted on February 20, 2021 by Damon Marcello
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He didn't know what else to do so he just held Isolt, letting her take what comfort she could from his presence while they watched their little girl take her dying breaths. It was pure agony for him, but he knew he could at least give her peace in her last moments. He offered it to her with the contact of their gazes, using his persuasive power to tll her there was no pain, only relief. Once Lillian was gone, Damon continued to hold his wife, knowing there would be a time when she would have to be taken from them. When the doctor re-entered the room, he looked up at her with a mixture of emotions. The protective side of him wanted to stand between her and the hospital bed, but he knew that she needed to do her job. She needed to finish the preparations and get Lillian ready for her final rest. But ultimately, it wasn't up to him. It was up to Isolt.
He waited with a feeling of impending dread as she walked toward the bed and he could understand the trepidation he saw in her eyes as she watched Isolt. Even the whispered name she offered to his wife was full of pleading, of mercy. He held onto Isolt, his own grasp squeezing a little as if to offer her strength as he waited for her reaction. For a brief moment, he was afraid he might witness his wife turn on the humans and attack someone, but in the end, she finally held out the baby's body after planting another soft kiss on her cold forehead. Damon let out a breath as the body was taken away, but he jerked a little when Isolt suddenly shriveled into herself and started to cry.
It was heart wrenching, seeing her so crumpled up on the hospital bed. He ached to pull her as close to himself as possible and shield her from the world. When she suddenly pulls herself together to speak, he leaned in to hear her whispered words and is quick to nod his head. "Of course, my love. Let's go home." One of the nurses was quick to step toward them with a look of protest, saying something about needing to keep the mother for monitoring but Damon fixed her to the spot with a look that could kill and she all but squeaked as her feet froze to the floor where she was. Then he stood and took Isolt in his arms, carrying her from the hospital room without a look back. He didn't stop for any of the nurses that dared to speak out, reocognizing her as the woman who was just in labor not long ago. If any dared to step toward them, he would glare, his lips curled just enough to show a sliver of fang and usually that was enough to make them second guess, especially the ones that knew nothing of the supernatural world.
Once they were outside, he walked her to the car and gently put her in the passenger seat, taking a moment to lean in and plant a kiss on her own forehead and brush some hair behind her ear slowly before he closed the door and moved around to the driver seat. It was time to go home.